Good thing it was winter, and he was wearing thick clothes. Otherwise, Gao Yue's little skirt might have been pierced right through!
Gao Yue's startled cry snapped him out of it. Seeing their position, he was incredibly embarrassed. He quickly moved his hips away.
"Chen Xiao, your hand!"
'So that's why I was standing so steadily just now,' he thought. 'Turns out I was holding on tight!'
He pulled his hand out from her shirt collar, sniffed it, and caught a faint, milky scent.
'Pervert,' Gao Yue cursed to herself, though she wasn't actually repulsed.
She glanced at his pants, and her face instantly flushed. No wonder it had hurt a little just now. How could it be so exaggerated? Was he a donkey?
"Um, I didn't do it on purpose. I just tripped by accident!"
Chen Xiao sat down, trying to hide his indelicate situation while apologizing.
Gao Yue shot him a look. 'Tripping was an accident, but was sticking your hand down my collar an accident, too?'
